Little Children, old Geezers and Betties
“All think the same”
“All children, (most), are born geniuses and then they are brainwashed”
The "canteen" (Scroll down)
To which I will start.  I must have been around 8 years old.  My parents being dysfunctional to the max, (crazy), they built a shack in the middle of four
acres in a semi desert type area, “Sunny Road”.  The nearest tree was miles away and even the Jack Rabbits had to carry canteens.  (A story about
“Canteens” will follow).  The closest school was Castle school.  As a naive kid, (still am to some extent), for example, when I was visiting in a small town
in
Maribor, Slovenija, I leaned about Kiosks, (not really naive, but uneducated, which makes me angry), I thought that the name Castle represented
how the school looked.  It was not until years later that I learned that the name was the name of the land owner whom donated the land for the school.  
(It still pisses me off that public buildings are named after some ash-hole who bought them off).  Sunny Road was about ¼ mile south of Weber Road,
which was later changed to Arch Rd., after the building of the CYA.  The same thing happened for Castle Road, (that used to run from Weber Rd. to
French Camp Rd.), which was also named after the Castle family.  Since no one knew that castle rd. went all the way to French Camp Rd., (to which
Castle School was located), we had to walk all the way down to Austin Road and then back up to the school.  (Because of the long walk, I missed a lot
of school and because I stuttered, I was considered a moron).  At that time, highway 99 was just a two lane road.  Therefore we could not walk along
side of the highway.  It was about the same distance anyway.  The school eventually obtained a school bus.   Now at this time 99 was being made into a
four lane highway whith two lanes going in each direction whith a medium strip between the two lanes.  Lets see, it was the “Fifties” and was the
beginning of the end, (which is now), when this country started moving forward.  Therefore two overpasses were being built, one on Weber Rd. and the
other one over French Camp Road.  (All the land on the east side of 99 belonged to the Turner family.  There used to be a train station there to load
produce, so named “Turner Station”.  Turner Station was a bar, coffee shop, “convenient” store and had two gas pumps.  After the overpass was
constructed, the “Bar-store-restaurant and gas”, was moved to the other side.  The name later was changed to “Jack-Ass” Junction).  (All this is leading
up to the bus-truck wreck).
In the beginning there were only two class rooms, grade 1 to four and grade 5 to 8.  The principal at that time was Lawrence DeRico, who latter
became the head of a Stockton college.  I would refer to him as “Captain Bligh.  When I graduated from Castle, it was the last year of the school which
at that time had four teachers.  Then the principal was a sadistic man, a one, Harold Bickel, who got his “goodies” off by beating the hell out of me an
another boy, Wilson.  (He would sometimes talk out of the side of his mouth and was a chain smoker.  His “office” was a side room off of the stage and
when he would open the door, smoke would come billowing out!
Because neither of us would cry, Wilson, because he was tough and me because I was in a constant state of fear from my mother, (and he knew that I
would never tell my mother, so he could do anything that he wanted, took a sport type of a flat bat and drilled holes in it to make it faster, (hit harder).  
He even showed it to the class, which at that time consisted of the 7th and 8th grades, bragging that it would cause more pain!  
Well anyway, we had a janitor that lived in the tool shack right behind the rest rooms.  We kids knew that he drank.  He was also the bus driver at the
time of the accident.  You see, they had to bring in truck loads of dirt to complete the building of the overpass.  These trucks were double trailers,
bottom dumps.  One morning when attempting to make a right hand turn onto French Camp Rd., a truck was passing and the bus turned into the path
of the second trailer.  None of us kids received any injury but it messed of the bus.  Well the CHP, (California Highway Patrol) came out to the school
and interviewed all of us that were on the bus.
Okay, now everything comes into play, at the time of the accident, the bus driver said “He was going to fast”.  Therefore, when the officer asked
everyone how fast the truck was going, everyone said, (except me, as I kept my mouth shut as explained above), that the truck was going at an
excessive speed.  In the finale report, the findings were that the truck was going at the normal speed.  You see, the kids had been “Brainwashed” by
our buddy, the bus driver!  The point that I am trying to make is that I thought that when I got “big”, that everything would be truthful.  Boy was I wrong!
The "Canteen"
The above was first written on MS Word, then pasted on this page;
so that I could be correct as possible; however, from now on, I
will write some on this page and some that to which you will have a link.
That way, it will be your choice to open..  ("
Green" is in)
But first, (This is prelude to Adult "Little Children"), my friend at the canteen asked me what I thought about J. McCain's speech,
"Who", I asked, "John McCain", he repeated , "I did not listen", I replied, good he said.  "You see, just because I know that he is going
to win does not mean that I am for him"!  
Speaking about McCain, he, (The party), keeps sending me things such as photos of him and his
family.  However, the main reason is that they want MONEY!  You see, when the "idiot" came to Stockton, I thought that I wold go ahead a
pay the $250 just to see the other side.  Because of this, they think that I am a Republican, (I assume).  The Republican party is just as
ignorant as everyone else.  Like sheep, monkey see, monkey do, just like
"Little Children"!  (I am independent).  I think that one should be
able to vote "None of above"!  Speaking of voting, it is said that this is a Democratic country, not so, democratic means that everyone
gets to vote on everything.  We, USns, are a Republic in that we have people who, (Supposedly), represents us, vote for us.
I might add here that after passing through security, (There was more security "checks" on my many trips abroad), most of the tables
were full, so I sat at the table close to the front door, (being in back).  I had a nice conversation whith the lady next to me until she
asked me what I thought about the Pres.  I said that he was an idiot, "Well", that was the end of the conversation,  WE had been talking
about deferent things such as the local college, "UOP".  I said that for the most part, that they were a bunch of dummies.  She was
adamant about the quality of the University.  
(I belong to a local group that opposes war and Bush.  They were being held at bay like
sheep in a pen by the local cops.  I was supposed to be among those "Evil ignorant radicals".  So upon leaving the table, I mentioned
to the lady that the "Protesters" were being led by one of her precious UOP professors).  Ha.
Before I get back to the "Canteen", I must tell the story about "Stereo" Sound.  After Castle school, I enrolled in Manteca Union high
School.  For the first time, I, "We", had individual classes.  Every once  in a while, the school would hold, (Have), an "assembly", which
was cool. Hi "LJ".  One in particular comes to mind.  For 45 minutes, a man demonstrated how worked Stereophonic music.  To tell a long
story short, after an exhausting explanation of the workings of the sound, the kids were just in the dark as before.  Case in point, on        
 Sunny Road there must have been about a dozen teen age kids.  There was a party at the end of the road by the "Jones".  Someone
had brought another radio.  When they turned it on, everyone said, "Now we have Stereo".  
I attempted to explain, to no avail, as in now!